Lyrical Breakdown of Bad and Boujee (ft. Lil Uzi Vert) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad and Boujee (ft. Lil Uzi Vert)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad and Boujee (ft. Lil Uzi Vert)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lil Uzi Vert employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Lil Uzi Vert's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "Bad and Boujee (ft. Lil Uzi Vert)" not only celebrates Lil Uzi Vert's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

You know, young rich n- You know somethin', we ain't really never had no old money We got a whole lotta new money though, hah (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) hey Raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) F- on your b-, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up d- in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', n- (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My b- is bad and bougie (bad) Cookin' up d- with a Uzi (blaow) My n- is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) My b- is bad and bougie (bad), cookin' up d- with a Uzi (d-) My n- is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Rackaids on rackaids (racks), got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe) I take your b- right from you (you), b-, I'm a dawg, roof (grr) Beat the h- walls loose (hey), hop in the frog, woo (skrrt) I tell that b- to come comfort me (comfort me) I swear these n- is under me (hey) They hate, and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me) Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash) Ayy, we do the most (most), yeah, pull up in Ghosts (woo) Yeah, my diamond's a choker (ah), holdin' the fire with no holster (baow) Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler) This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey) Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab) Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic) Courtside with a bad b- (b-), then I send the b- through Uber (go) I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (hey) I'm not stupid, so I keep the Uzi (rrah) Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends So my money makin' my backache (agh) You n- got a low Act rate (Act), we from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way (Nawf) Fat cookie - in the ashtray (cookie), two b-, just national smash day (smash) Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrrt), I let them birds take a bath, bae (brr, hey) Raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) F- on your b-, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up d- in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', n- (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My b- is bad and bougie (bad) Cookin' up d- with a Uzi (blaow) My n- is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) My b- is bad and bougie (bad), cookin' up d- with a Uzi (d-) My n- is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy, outer space, Kid Cudi (drank) Introduce me to your b- as wifey and we know she sluttin' Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, now that n- duckin' (phew) Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (huh?) Draco bad and bougie (Draco) I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah) Might be posted somewhere secluded (private) Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille (cook it up) Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it) When I'm on stage, show me boobies (ayy) Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice) Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew) I pull up, I pull up, I pull up I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt) I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin' I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up) I gave her ten racks, I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop-up (ten) These b-, they fuck and suck d-, and they bustin' for Instаgrаm, get your clout up Uh, yeah, that way (yeah), float on the track like a Segway (go) Yeah, that way (that way), I used to trap by the Subway (trappin', trappin') Yeah, that way (go), young n- trap with the AK (rrah, uh) Yeah, that way (yeah), big -, get the door, Macy Gray (hey) Raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) F- on your b-, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up d- in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', n- (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My b- is bad and bougie (bad) Cookin' up d- with a Uzi (blaow) My n- is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) My b- is bad and bougie (bad), cookin' up d- with a Uzi (d-) My n- is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah), my b-, she bad to the bone (she what?) Ayy, wait, these n- watchin', I swear to God they be my clones (they watchin') Yeah, hey, huh, switchin' my h- like my flows (what?) Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?) Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload (damn) Ooh, ooh, now she want f- with my crew (my crew) 'Cause the money come all out the roof (damn, damn) Drive the 'Rari, that b- got no roof (skrrt) Wait, what kind of 'Rari? (Wait) 458 (damn) All of these n-, they hate (they hate), try to hide, shoot through the gate (wow) Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah So much money, they use rakes (they use rakes) Count a hunnid thousand in your face (in your face) Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe (yeah) Met her today, yeah (ooh), she talk to me like she knew me, yeah (ooh) Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah (yeah), wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah Countin' that paper like loose-leaf, yeah Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah Boy, you so fake, like my collar, you snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci (ayy) And you know we winnin' (winnin'), yeah, we is not losin' Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?) Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah (hey) Raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) F- on your b-, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up d- in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', n- (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My b- is bad and bougie (she bad), cookin' up d- with a Uzi (blaow) My n- is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30s and hunnid-rounds too (grrah) My b- is bad and bougie (bad), cookin' up d- with a Uzi (d-) My n- is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)